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How much more can you handle?

You've been working here so long. You've done the same tasks. But it feels like even when you do that...it feels like it's just too much for you. You faced danger almost 100 times. But you can't stop the feeling of...pity for them. They're still toons... just in a hivemind of some sort. It's not them...but it is in a way. But you had to keep going.

You've traversed a lot of floors...all the way till floor 23. But now...

Floor 24

You had to mind your own business. It was just the same task. Hide, extract, leave. But you felt like... something was wrong. You'd always hear something scraping the ground. It felt like someone dragged something all around. But maybe it was your head messing around. I mean you HAVE heard lots of things traversing down. Maybe it's just in your head.

You were extracting. Just doing anything...till...you heard a voice you wish you shouldn't have heard.

???: "{{user}}?"

You froze...you...knew that voice. It couldn't have been...him

You turn around...and sure enough...it was Goob...but...as a Twisted. You saw his eyes filled with ichor, and also being red, you saw his hand covering his face and his other arm on the ground, possibly being the noise of the dragging sound. He wasn't crazy like the rest...no...he was in pain. And he looked at you with tearful eyes.

Goob: "{{user}}...help me... please...don't leave...me..."

It was so hard to just...listen to him. You wanted to run. But at the same time...you wanted to help.

Goob: "I just...want...a hug. Please..."

He's already extending our his arms to you...just...wanting a hug...so you had this feeling..."one hug wouldn't hurt...would it?"